Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 480 Telekinesis, an inexhaustible source
Zhai Da held a piece of equipment in each hand, gently pushing the metal cube with his left hand and holding the spiral pen with his right hand, and thus floated in the air.

The former allows one hour to be used as four hours (the physical sensation is 8 times slower, and the thinking is 2 times slower), but the mental power will be difficult to sustain after more than two hours. If it is a special case like the previous "blocking the flood", the nose will bleed in less than an hour.

Now, the latter can be continuously replenished.

Its effectiveness certainly extends beyond just solving the [slow-down Rubik's Cube (pseudo)], but it is undoubtedly the most cost-effective method.

In theory, even with adequate sleep, there are still 5-6 hours of "superpower" time per night.

That's equivalent to an extra "24 hours," which is almost three working days.

If one were to completely abandon humanity, one could become even more perverted, but that would cause a physiological distortion in one's perception of time.

And so, after Lu Wei left, Zhai Da's power was completely maxed out.

He spends a small portion of his time dealing with accumulated work, and the majority of his time delving into areas of profound knowledge. This is why, despite his large family and business empire, he has yet to hire a secretary.

My secretary's black stockings will only hinder my cheat-like efficiency.
The special effect of "harmonious integration of arts and sciences" is "drawing inferences from one instance to another," which is somewhat similar to, but not entirely the same as, "On Systems Engineering."

The latter focuses on a holistic perspective and overall planning, identifying key issues, while the former allows fragments of knowledge and memory from different fields to be illuminated one by one, like small light bulbs.

Connecting them in a line illuminates the fog of thought.

For example, when pondering a physics problem, a piece of biological knowledge suddenly pops into my head, which then connects to a chemical fragment I've heard of before.

This kind of "drawing inferences from one instance to another" will not illuminate completely unrelated content.

For example, when someone says, "Life is predictable," the option that pops into your mind is, "Then your eyesight must be very good."

It can either aid thinking, enhance memory, or simply be a magical inspiration and association.

Association is one of the most important abilities for humankind to understand the world.

(Liu family members, please sit down. This has nothing to do with you.)

It is the cornerstone of logic, the switch to access information. Without the ability to make associations, even the largest knowledge base is nothing more than a human-shaped hard drive, just like the difference between someone who has memorized a Xinhua Dictionary and a creative writer.

By efficiently acquiring knowledge, then efficiently utilizing it, and finally planning the execution path with a holistic perspective and overall coordination ability, Zhai Da gained more than just extra time.

Instead, they focused on exaggerated efficiency, dedicating themselves to the research and development work at hand.

Excluding projects like "drones" and "quantitative entropy" that don't require his involvement, Zhai Da only has two projects that he leads.

One is "silicon carbide substrate generation", and the other is "vehicle manufacturing".

The latter will take another two or three months, as preparations in all aspects will take time. Zhai Da plans to finish the research and development of "silicon carbide substrate generation" before the end of the year.

Three months is about enough time.

After all, it's hanging here.
According to the consensus in the industry, "substrate generation" is a huge and complex separate industrial chain, which is just as complex as all the downstream processing, that is, the current work of semiconductor manufacturing.

But for Zhai Da, he had already solved 50% of the problems before he even started, because many of the process requirements overlapped with the previous development.

For example, the "diamond wire superhard material cutting machine" previously developed for cutting power devices can be used to cut ingots from substrates, with only slight modifications to the specifications and working cavity structure.

To use an imperfect analogy, it's like someone who already has the ability to "refine gold" and then expands on it to the technology of "gold extraction and rough processing".

There are difficulties, but the only equipment missing is a "high-temperature powder reactor" and a "PVT crystal growth furnace".

Therefore, from the very beginning, they and substrate supplier Infineon were not on good terms. Although the latter tried to persuade the research institute to give up the research on "substrate generation" by lowering prices, and wanted to become a solid upstream and downstream ally with "Macro-Core Semiconductor" to jointly develop and share the silicon carbide industry.

But given the costs of German manufacturing, no amount of price reduction would satisfy Zhai Da.

Zhai Da doesn't trust these people either. If the White House makes a fuss, the whole of Europe, from top to bottom, will have to kneel down. How can a German company stand up straight?
The so-called solid upstream and downstream allies are nothing more than a ticking time bomb. Zhai Dabi is certain that the research institute's path will not be smooth sailing.

He promised Lu Qinjian that he would reduce the cost of "silicon carbide power devices" by 90% to empower productivity and make them available in all industries, including mobile phone chargers.

Infineon probably guessed that this purely upstream and downstream relationship wouldn't last long, so they simply stopped lowering prices and made a quick profit. But they probably couldn't have guessed how fast the research institute, or rather Zhai Da, would break through.

Gradually, Zhai Da returned to the same state of full power he had last year, to the point that sometimes when he came out of his room, Yu Xiaoli felt that her son had returned to his high school days.

It's obvious they've been staying up late reading novels.
The research institute's employees, however, felt even more uneasy.
Why does the boss seem to be sleep-deprived every day now that Ms. Lu has left?
Is this nuclear mechanics?

At the breakfast table, Zhai Da scratched his head. He'd probably been using his brain too much; his hair, which he'd washed the night before, was already oily this morning.
Tang Xiao Kui was eating a big ear of corn. After finding it very sweet, she tried to break it in half to share with her brother, but after trying for a while, she couldn't manage it. So she turned to the uneaten half and said, "Brother, would you like to try some?"

Zhai Da didn't think much of it and started biting into it.

"What do you want to bribe me for? Have you run out of pocket money?" Tang Xiao Kui shook her head, then asked with a cheeky grin, "There's a parent-teacher conference next week, can you come?"

After being looked down upon by her classmates last time, Tang Xiaokui felt that her status in the class had declined. Although the teacher continued to treat her well, she always felt that she wanted to fight for something.

So having a handsome older brother who drives a cool car to the parent-teacher conference is undoubtedly a highlight.

She had already decided that she hoped her brother would wear the cape outfit from "Magic Talent Show" and make a dazzling appearance, and preferably also perform the magic trick from the Korean episode where he jumped off a building and exploded into pieces of paper.

From now on, she will stand tall above the Experimental Primary School!
After hearing Tang Xiaokui's explanation, Zhai Da pointed directly at Tang Xiaokui with a corncob.

I think I'd rather beat your butt into a paper sheet!

"Comparison is not advisable. Instead of doing these useless things, it's better to make some good friends and bring them home as guests."

Tang Xiao Kui shrank her neck: "Never mind then."

As an adopted child, she strongly resisted this.
Upon entering the house, how do you explain the four people with four different surnames?

Ms. Yu slapped her face as she passed by: "Yeah, don't you have any good friends in your class? Why don't you bring them home for a meal?"

Tang Xiao Kui shook her head and didn't say anything.

Zhai Da and Yu Xiaoli exchanged a glance, probably guessing the reason, so they didn't press the matter further.

Today, Tang Xiaokui was driven there by a lady, while Zhai Da drove towards Sunmazhuang.

Zhai Da looked at the passenger seat; there had always been two people in the passenger seat before.

Now where am I supposed to put my hands? This is so frustrating.

While passing by a field, Zhai Da was surprised to see rows of harvesters moving forward, indicating that the autumn harvest was about to begin.

Since it was the land he had "personally" saved, Zhai Da simply followed it for a while, then got off and stood by the field for a while, looking around.

The main crop in Dongyang is rice. Many city dwellers think that only wheat turns golden when it ripens, but rice does too, and it has green stalks and yellow ears, giving it a more layered color.

With modern planting methods, the fields are neat and orderly, stretching as far as the eye can see, creating a truly beautiful scene.

The reason it hasn't really developed into a "landscape" is probably because farmers aren't in the mood to take photos specifically for city dwellers. Once the crops are ripe, they're harvested on a tight schedule, which is extremely urgent. Since ancient times, spring planting and autumn harvest have been busy, and if the schedule is missed, all the planting is for nothing.

Zhai Da didn't know much about agriculture, but he used to run around a lot when he was a child. Dongyang County is a small place, so he had seen it before.

Standing beside the golden rice paddies, Zhai Da couldn't help but recall the torrential rain in August that caused 7000 hectares of crop failure and 16000 hectares of crop loss.
If Little Wooden Head's lofty ideals were to come true one day, it would truly benefit future generations.

As the combine harvester was working in the field, an old man squatted by the edge of the field.

Zhai Da asked casually, "Grandpa, whose farm machinery is this?"

The old man rubbed his fingers together: "Did you bring any cigarettes?"

Zhai Da thought to himself, "I was just asking a question, why do I have to pay?"
"I don't smoke."

The old man smacked his lips, then fell silent.

Zhai Da reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful of peanuts, and stuffed them into the old man's hand: "Have some of these?"

The old man was a little disgusted, but he still put it in his mouth.

Zhai Da continued, "Now that we have harvesters, isn't farming much easier than before?"

The old man got up and walked away, leaving Zhai Da with the bewildered look in his eyes: "I don't know, I don't farm."

Zhai Da: ? ? ?
Fortunately, a middle-aged man carrying a bucket of water passed by and answered Zhai Da's question: "Looking at the few acres of land, this tractor can only handle harvesting, plowing, and planting. Once the seeds are sown, the tractor can no longer enter the field, and spraying pesticides and fertilizing is also troublesome."

Zhai Da asked in surprise, "This land is yours?"

"correct."

"Who was that just now?"

“The people in the village used to castrate piglets, but later they went to open a supermarket at the bend of the provincial highway.”

Zhai Da: Okay, okay, okay
(End of this chapter)